Cassie Lang (staturesque) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-01-14 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: cassie lang, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: peter parker |
I want everything to change and stay the same.
Characters: Cassie, Peter
Setting: Peter's house, eleven-thirty at night
Content: Nothing bad
Summary: Cassie needs a friendly face.
Cassie had almost been willing to accept that Aunt May said no, it was a school night, Peter couldn't have a guest so late. She almost decided it wouldn't be worth it to try to sneak into Peter's house. Until she talked to Pepper. It was nearing eleven when she rushed out of the kitchen and upstairs for her shoes and jacket and then she disappeared into the moonlit, clear, achingly cold night. She wasn't carrying enough cash on her to catch a cab so she had to settle for a bus and all the creepy riders a New York City night had to offer. There was a dirtied raving transient, a sequin-attired drag queen, a frighteningly pale woman with big hair, and a voyeuristic old man. Cassie kept her head low, earphones in, a song she wasn't really listening to blaring in her ears.
She couldn't stop thinking about Tony and Billy, worrying. Tony, she knew, could handle himself and this was his world anyway. But Billy? She was such a terrible friend, so wrapped up in her new life here, she'd hardly made any time for the boys. And now Billy was gone and maybe hurt and maybe dead and, her stomach dropped at the thought, maybe her chances of ever getting home were dead with him. Theirs, she corrected herself quickly, the boys' chances. Cassie wasn't going back, even if sometimes she dreamed about her mother and felt homesick the way she did after a summer away with her grandparents when all she wanted was to see her mom and maybe even Blake. Just a little. She would feel better if there was some way to let her mother know she was all right. Then she could properly move on with her new life. But with Billy gone there wouldn't even be an opportunity for that. And if Billy was dead it was partially her fault because if she hadn't been so stubborn maybe they could've left by now and he would be home and alive and well and where the hell was Tommy through all this anyway? That was another thing entirely to worry about. Cassie needed a hug. So that's why she was going to see Peter.
When she got off the bus a block away from his house she hurried up to it, glancing up to see a light on in a window above. That must be his room. She crept quietly around the house until she found a window just slightly ajar, an oversight perhaps or maybe just broken. Either way, it was her ticket in. Cassie shed her clothes, shivering in only the thin material of her Stature suit, and positioned herself so that when she shrunk she would be hanging from the window sill. Tiny enough to fit, she shimmied up and into the warmth of the house where she grew to normal size again and made her way as quietly as possible up the stairs and down a dark hallway to the door with a bar of light shining beneath it. She shrank again, crawled under the crack, looked around. Definitely had to be Peter's room.